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"Mami, no."
"I'm not hearing a safeword, princess," Hazel chirps, bright and sweet, as she steps delicately over Leo's prone body like a prima ballerina.
"I also wouldn't let you use vanilla bean paste as body paint!" Leo insists. She's right, of course, but it's kind of fun to pretend to put up a bit of a fight, and really, she's talking about using maple syrup, one of the most expensive food products that exists—
"Baby, there's a sugar shack literally down the street," she parries, setting the bottle down on the kitchen island for Frank. Then she crouches down to Leo's level, where he's tied to the proofing drawer below the cold oven. "And even if it were a splurge, you're worth it, so no more complaining unless you're doing it for fun, okay?"
She cups his face and meets his eyes. The look on her face tells him it's a genuine question, so Leo swallows past the wad of anxiety to reassure her.
"It's mostly for fun, I promise, but also I'm a little dumb and forgot you're neck-deep in maple territory."
"Calling yourself dumb definitely has to stop," Frank cuts in as he twists the cap off the bottle.
Look at that, Leo's libido tells him helpfully; apparently, there's a sexy way to pour syrup into a dish.
Steady, easy and quick. Frank wipes off a drop from the neck of the bottle, and smirks when he notices Leo staring.
Slowly, deliberately, Frank licks the syrup off his thumb.
Leo shivers, and it's not because he's once again wearing Hazel's yellow gingham apron and nothing else.
"I'm thinking of getting a tongue ring," Frank continues, all cool and casual. "Then I could put in a vibrating stud and go down on you."
He carries the dish around the island and kneels down, legs outside Leo's thighs. He doesn't sit, but he doesn't have to; Leo wouldn't move even if he could.
"That's cheating, dude."
"You're cute when you're whiny."
"Good, 'cause I don't plan on shutting up unless you make me."
"I'd like to, sometime, but not today." Cheeks pink (fuck, that's so cute), Frank tilts the dish and drizzles a heart shape over Leo's breastbone, then leans down and follows the shape with his tongue.
"You are so corny," Leo groans, twisting against his bonds because the lack of give intensifies the feeling of helplessness. Frank makes a happy, breathy sound against Leo's sternum.
"Are you sensitive here?"
A curious hand brushes Leo's right nipple. Startled by how good it feels, Leo arches his back and throws his leg, almost like a reflex, around Frank's thigh.
"Uh, yeah, apparently."
"Hot. You'd look good with them pierced."
The combined mental image of a piercing and a vibrating stud to ratchet up what Frank is doing with his tongue gets Leo so worked up he's panting and humping like a dog.
He gets fucked hard on the kitchen floor, on all fours, like a prized bitch in heat.